I stories like this. Proper petrolheads, not yuppies in a new porker every year. Let me know if you ever want to sell, that car needs to stay in good hands, it’s earned it.

Yep, some even have crystals in them to give off a particular colour of smoke.

See this video:

Group B: “hold my beer”.

Fucking Shmee. “Hi guys, shmee here! This is a car! It has an engine! Look at the pretty colours!” etc etc.

You’re a fucking weirdo Torch. Thank you for being in my life.

Great article, thank you. Having spent three weeks touring Oz in February in an XR6 and experiencing many of their cars first hand, I can say that their cars have a very honest charm to them. They weren’t trying to rival anyone, they were just good workhorses for all seasons and often with stonking huge V8s in the…

2019? Bit optimistic, no?

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What’s the front bumper made of? Silly putty?

That thing fell out of the ugly tree and hit every bloody branch on the way down.

Once upon a time there was an Alfa.

No sir, no I did not. Luckily it wasn’t mine but rather a friend’s. Also, if ever there was a scooter to live up to the “sounds like a vacuum cleaner” thing, this was it. Bloody awful thing.

Hi there!

The turd that just won’t flush.

Ha, I am a Dutch person who was born and raised in South Africa and currently living in London. “Taking the piss” is actually an English term originally, as demonstrated perfectly by Bullet Tooth Tony in Snatch:

8 bag of sand for an Astra.

My uncle used to grow it indoors. He bent the rules a bit, the rules were “5 plants per household” which he changed to “6 plants per person” so him and his wife had 12. I’ve no idea what the law is nowadays, but my uncle is currently sitting on a 40ft yacht on the med. He stopped growing 8 or so years ago.

Fun fact: The airport in the photo is Schiphol in Amsterdam.


I can rest easy now.

Let me tell you a story about a Kymco. I was 17 and poor, and needed transport. I managed to pick up a beater Kymco Vibe 50cc scooter for 350 euros (in Holland at the time). This scooter came in to my possession knackered and beat. I have no idea how many miles were on the clock but it ran and that’s all that…